What an absolute cunt and a fraud this man is.
The television companies must have thought that they were on to a woke winner when this cockney, four eyed person of colour (edit) came onto the scene.
Now they are fucked after he has been investigated and charged for controlling and coercive behaviour against his estranged wife.
One of the many bull shit stories that this man has invented about himself is that he was semi literate until he was diagnosed with dyslexia in university.
So how the fuck did he get into university?
His programme with his ‘good friend’ Dame Judy Dench, which was called The Odd Couple, will now have to be shelved, not to be repeated.
As will his other programme with his ‘best mate’ Sir David Jason, The Travelling Tool Shed.
Are we really expected to believe that either of these respected actors had a fucking clue who Jay Blades was before the TV companies asked for them to co-star?
Jay Blades first appeared on the telly on some shit programme hosted by the fat, ex-public schoolgirl, Kirsty Allsopps Workshop.
He invented himself as some avant-garde furniture restorer, but as he obviously didn’t have the talent to make any money in that trade, he started a charity.
That charity allegedly went bust. This ruined him financially and caused him to contemplate suicide.
He should have stopped contemplating and just fucking done it in my opinion.
A charity is supposed to be run for the benefit of others so how did it closing have any effect on his own personal finances.
Why was the charity and his personal income from it not investigated?
Could that possibly be that he is black?
Jay Blades is a talentless person of colour (edit) bastard. He fronts the TV show The Repair Shop where he wanders around like he is in charge without actually doing anything.
It’s going to take some clever editing to keep him off our TV screens in the future.
Nominated by : The Artful Cunter
Additional evidence for the prosecution from W. C. Boggs:
May I strongly endorse this nomination?. Blades started out (minus glasses but with a thick leather apron) on the afternoon show “Money For Nothing” (probably in honour of his pay cheque). His trick was to be given a wooden chair. It MIGHT get a light sandpapering, if he had the energy, but it would invariably be painted all black, except for one leg – which would be painted shocking pink, or pillar box red or golden yellow (‘cos that’s cool, innit?).
Like our Dear Leader, he never needed glasses till he became famous) and like our Dear Leader seems to live in a fantasy world of his own – in his original MFN introductions he described himself as “a former philosophy stoodent”. It would be interesting to know which schmuk took him on at which university, especially as he sounds as dim as a glow-worms armpit. The BBC was forced to show yet another chopped down Garden Rescue last night with that awful mincing little poof, Lee somebody-or-other. Perhaps Blade’s disgrace will lead to the end of that syrupy maudlin Repair Shop. As I have always said every cloud has a silver lining. Now make my day – let somebody catch Ant & Dec cottaging.